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And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes, Titania wak’d, and straightway lov'd an ass.
To have my love to bed, and to arise ;

Obe. This falls out better than I could devise.
And pluck the wings from painted butterflies, But hast thou yet latch'd the Athenian's eyes
To fan the moon-beams from his sleeping eyes. With the love-juice, as I did bid thee do?
Nod to him, elves, and do him courtesies.

Puck. I took him sleeping, (that is finish'd too) 1 Fai. Hail, mortal!

And the Athenian woman by his side, 2 Fai. Hail !

That, when he wak’d, of force she must be ey'd. 3 Fai. Hail !

Enter DEMETRIUS and HERMIA. 4 Fai. Hail!

Obe. Stand close : this is the same Athenian. Bot. I cry your worship’s mercy, heartily.--I be- Puck. This is the woman; but not this the man. seech, your worship's name.

[They stand apart. Cob. Cobweb.

Dem. O! why rebuke you him that loves you so? Bot. I shall desire of you more acquaintance, good Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe. master Cobweb. If I cut my finger, I shall make bold Her. Now, I but chide; but I should use thee worse, with you. Your name, honest gentleman ?

For thou, I fear, hast given me cause to curse. Peas. Peas-blossom.

If thou hast slain Lysander in his sleep, Bot. I pray you, commend me to mistress Squash, Being o'er shoes in blood, plunge in the deep, your mother, and to master Peascod, your father. And kill me too. Good master Peas-blossom, I shall desire of you more The sun was not so true unto the day, acquaintance too.—Your name, I beseech you, sir ?

As he to me.

Would he have stol'n away Mus. Mustard-seed.

From sleeping Hermia? I'll believe as soon, Bot. Good master Mustard-seed, I know your pa- This whole earth may be bor'd, and that the moon tience well: that same cowardly, giant-like ox-beef May through the centre creep, and so displease hath devoured many a gentleman of your house. I Her brother's noon-tide with th' Antipodes. promise you, your kindred bath made my eyes water It cannot be but thou hast murder'd him;

I desire of you more acquaintance, good So should a murderer look, so dead, so grim. master Mustard-seed.

Dem. So should the murder'd look, and so should I, T'ita. Come, wait upon him : lead him to my bower. Pierc'd through the heart with your stern cruelty; The moon, methinks, looks with a watery eye, Yet you, the murderer, look as bright, as clear, And when she weeps, weeps every little flower, As yonder Venus in her glimmering sphere. Lamenting some enforced chastity.

Her. What's this to my Lysander? where is he? Tie up my lover's tongue, and bring him silently. Ah, good Demetrius, wilt thou give him me? [Exeunt. Dem. I had rather give his carcase to my

hounds. SCENE II.-Another Part of the Wood.

Her. Out, dog! out, cur! thou driv’st me past the

bounds Enter OBERON.

Of maiden's patience. Hast thou slain him then? Obe. I wonder, if Titania be awak'd ;

Henceforth be never number'd among men! Then, what it was that next came in her eye,

O! once tell true, tell true, e'en for my sake; Which she must dote on in extremity.

Durst thou have look'd upon him, being awake, Enter Puck.

And hast thou kill'd him sleeping ? O brave touch! Here comes my messenger.—How now, mad spirit? Could not a worm, an adder, do so much? What night-rule now about this haunted grove ? An adder did it; for with doubler tongue

Puck. My mistress with a monster is in love. Than thine, thou serpent, never adder stung. Near to her close and consecrated bower,

Dem. You spend your passion in a mispris'd flood : While she was in her dull and sleeping hour,

I am not guilty of Lysander's blood, A crew of patches, rude mechanicals,

Nor is he dead, for aught that I can tell. That work for bread upon Athenian stalls,

Her. I pray thee, tell me, then, that he is well. Were met together to rehearse a play,

Dem. And, if I could, what should I get therefore? Intended for great Theseus' nuptial day.

Her. A privilege, never to see me more.The shallowest thick-skin of that barren sort,

And from thy hated presence part I so; Who Pyramus presented in their sport,

See me no more, whether he be dead or no. [Erit. Forsook his scene, and enter'd in a brake,

Dem. There is no following her in this fierce vein: When I did him at this advantage take;

Here, therefore, for a while I will remain. An ass's nowl I fixed on his head :

So sorrow's heaviness doth heavier grow Anon, his Thisbe must be answered,

For debt that bankrupt sleep doth sorrow owe; And forth my mimic comes. When they him spy,

Which now in some slight measure it will pay, As wild geese that the creeping fowler eye,

If for his tender here I make some stay. (Lies down. Or russet-pated choughs, many in sort,

Obe. What hast thou done? thou hast mistaken Rising and cawing at the gun's report,


[Coming forward. Sever themselves, and madly sweep the sky; And laid the love-juice on some true-love's sight: So, at his sight, away his fellows fly,

Of thy misprision must perforce ensue And, at our stamp, here o'er and o'er one falls: Some true-love turn'd, and not a false turn'd true. He murder cries, and help from Athens calls.

Puck. Then fate o'er-rules; that one man holding Their sense thus weak, lost with their fears thus strong, troth, Made senseless things begin to do them wrong, A million fail, confounding oath on oath. For briers and thorns at their apparel snatch,

Obe. About the wood go swifter than the wind, Some, sleeves, some, hats, from yielders all things catch. And Helena of Athens look thou find : I led them on in this distracted fear,

All fancy-sick she is, and pale of cheer And left sweet Pyramus translated there;

With sighs of love, that cost the fresh blood dear. When in that moment (so it came to pass,)

By some illusion see thou bring her here:

I'll charm his eyes against she do appear.

And yours in Helena to me bequeath,
Puck. I go,

look how I go;

Whom I do love, and will do till my death.
Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow. [Exit. Hel. Never did mockers waste more idle breath.
Obe. Flower of this purple die,

Dem. Lysander, keep thy Hermia: I will none : Hit with Cupid's archery,

If e'er I lov'd her, all that love is gone.
Sink in apple of his eye. [Anointing his eyes. My heart to her but as guest-wise sojourn'd,
When his love he doth espy,

And now to Helen is it home return'd,
Let her shine as gloriously

There to remain. As the Venus of the sky,–


Helen, it is not so. When thou wak'st, if she be by,

Dem. Disparage not the faith thou dost not know, Beg of her for remedy.

Lest to thy peril thou aby it dear.-
Re-enter Puck.

Look, where thy love comes : yonder is thy dear.
Puck. Captain of our fairy band,

Enter HERMIA. Helena is here at hand,

Her. Dark night, that from the eye his function takes, And the youth, mistook by me,

The ear more quick of apprehension makes; Pleading for a lover's fee.

Wherein it doth impair the seeing sense, Shall we their fond pageant see?

It pays the hearing double recompense. Lord, what fools these mortals be!

Thou art not by mine eye, Lysander, found;
Obe. Stand aside : the noise they make Mine ear, I thank it, brought me to thy sound.
Will cause Demetrius to awake.

But why unkindly didst thou leave me so?
Puck. Then will two at once woo one;

Lys. Why should he stay, whom love doth press to go? That must needs be sport alone;

Her. What love could press Lysander from my side ? And those things do best please me,

Lys. Lysander's love, that would not let him bide, That befal preposterously. [They stand apart. Fair Helena, who more engilds the night Enter LYSANDER and Helena.

Than all yon fiery oes and eyes of light. Lys. Why should you think that I should wooin scorn? Why seek'st thou me? could not this make thee know, Scorn and derision never come in tears :

The hate I bare thee made me leave thee so? Look, when I vow I weep, and vows so born,

Her. You speak not as you think: it cannot be. In their nativity all truth appears.

Hel. Lo! she is one of this confederacy.
How can these things in me seem scorn to you, Now I perceive they have conjoin'd, all three,
Bearing the badge of faith to prove them true ? To fashion this false sport in spite of me.
Hel. You do advance your cunning more and more. Injurious Hermia ! most ungrateful maid !

When truth kills truth, 0, devilish-holy fray! Have you conspir'd, have you with these contriv'd These vows are Hermia's : will you give her o'er ? To bait me with this foul derision?

Weigh oath with oath, and you will nothing weigh: Is all the counsel that we two have shar'd,
Your vows, to her and me, put in two scales, The sisters' vows, the hours that we have spent,
Will even weigh, and both as light as tales.

When we have chid the hasty-footed time
Lys. I had no judgment, when to her I swore. For parting us,--0! is all forgot?

. Nor none, in my mind, now you give her o'er. All school days' friendship, childhood's innocence ? Lys. Demetrius loves her, and he loves not you. We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, | Dem. O Helen, goddess, nymph, perfect, divine ! Have with our needles created both one flower,

[Awaking. Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne? Both warbling of one song, both in one key, Crystal is muddy. O! how ripe in show

As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds,
Thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow! Had been incorporate. So we grew together,
That pure congealed white, high Taurus snow, Like to a double cherry, seeming parted,
Fann'd with the eastern wind, turns to a crow, But yet an union in partition;
When thou hold'st up thy hand. O, let me kiss Two loving berries moulded on one stem,
This impress of pure white, this seal of bliss ! So, with two seeming bodies, but one heart;

Hel. O spite! O hell! I see you all are bent Two of the first, like coats in heraldry,
To set against me, for your merriment:

Due but to one, and crowned with one crest.
If you were civil, and knew courtesy,

And will you rend our ancient love asunder, You would not do me thus much injury.

To join with men in scorning your poor friend? Can you not hate me, as I know you do,

It is not friendly, 'tis not maidenly: But you must join in souls to mock me too?

Our sex, as well as I, may chide you for it, If you were men, as men you are in show,

Though I alone do feel the injury. You would not use a gentle lady so;

Her. I am amazed at your passionate words. To vow, and swear, and superpraise my parts, I scorn you not: it seems that you scorn me. When, I am sure, you hate me with your hearts. Hel. Have you not set Lysander, as in scorn, You both are rivals, and love Hermia,

To follow me, and praise my eyes and face, And now both rivals, to mock Helena.

And made your other love, Demetrius, A trim exploit, a manly enterprize,

(Who even but now did spurn me with his foot) To conjure tears up in a poor maid's eyes

To call me goddess, nymph, divine, and rare, With your derision! none of noble sort

Precious, celestial ? Wherefore speaks he this Would so offend a virgin, and extort

To her he hates ? and wherefore doth Lysander
A poor soul's patience, all to make you sport. Deny your love, so rich within his soul,

Lys. You are unkind, Demetrius; be not so, And tender me, forsooth, affection,
For you love Hermia; this, you know, I know: But by your setting on, by your consent?
And here, with all good will, with all my heart, What though I be not so in grace as you,
In Hermia's love I yield you up my part;

So hung upon with love, so fortunate,

But miserable most to love unlov'd,

How low am I, thou painted maypole ? speak;
This you should pity, rather than despise.

How low am I? I am not yet so low,
Her. I understand not what you mean by this. But that my nails can reach unto thine eyes.
Hel. Ay, do, persever, counterfeit sad looks,

Hel. I pray you, though you mock me, gentlemen, Make mouths upon me when I turn my back;

Let her not hurt me: I was never curst; Wink at each other; hold the sweet jest up:

I have no gift at all in shrewishness; This sport, well carried, shall be chronicled.

I am a right maid for my cowardice: If you had any pity, grace, or manners,

Let her not strike me. You, perhaps, may think, You would not make me such an argument.

Because she is something lower than myself, But, fare ye well. 'tis partly mine own fault,

That I can match her, Which death, or absence, soon shall remedy.


Lower! hark, again. Lys. Stay, gentle Helena : hear my excuse :

Hel. Good Hermia, do not be so bitter with me. My love, my life, my soul, fair Helena!

I evermore did love you, Hermia, Hel. O excellent!

Did ever keep your counsels, never wrong'd you; Her.

Sweet, do not scorn her so. Save that, in love unto Demetrius,
Dem. If she cannot entreat, I can compel.

I told him of your stealth unto this wood.
Lys. Thou canst compel no more than she entreat: He follow'd you; for love, I follow'd him;
Thy threats have no more strength, than her weak But he hath chid me hence, and threaten’d me

To strike me, spurn me, nay, to kill me too :
Helen, I love thee; by my life, I do:

And now, so you will let me quiet go,
I swear by that which I will lose for thee,

To Athens will I bear my folly back,
To prove him false, that says I love thee not. And follow you no farther. Let me go:
Dem. I
. say,

I love thee more than he can do. You see how simple and how fond I am.
Lys. If thou say so, withdraw, and prove it too. Her. Why, get you gone. Who is't that hinders you?
Dem. Quick, come,-

Hel. A foolish heart, that I leave here behind. Her. Lysander, whereto tends all this? [Holding him. Her. What, with Lysander ? Lys. Away, you Ethiop!


With Demetrius. Dem. No, no, he'll

Lys. Be not afraid : she shall not harm thee, Helena. Seem to break loose ; take on, as you would follow; Dem. No, sir; she shall not, though you take her part. But yet come not. You are a tame man, go !

Hel. O! when she is angry, she is keen and shrewd. Lys. Hang off, thou cat, thou burr! vile thing, let loose, She was a vixen when she went to school; Or I will shake thee from me like a serpent.

And, though she be but little, she is fierce.
Her. Why are you grown so rude? what change is this, Her. Little again ? nothing but low and little ?-
Sweet love?

Why will you suffer her to flout me thus?
Lys. Thy love ? out, tawny Tartar, out! Let me come to her.
Out, loathed medicine ! hated potion, hence !


Get you gone, you dwarf; Her. Do you not jest?

You minimus, of hindering knot-grass made; Hel.

Yes, 'sooth; and so do you. You bead, you acorn.
Lys. Demetrius, I will keep my word with thee. Dem.

You are too officious
Dem. I would, I had your bond; for, I perceive, In her behalf that scorns your services.
A w

holds you : I'll not trust your word. Let her alone ; speak not of Helena ; Lys. What! should I hurt her, strike her, kill her dead? Take not her part, for if thou dost intend Although I hate her, I'll not harm her so.

Never so little show of love to her,
Her. What! can you do me greater harm than hate? Thou shalt aby it.
Hate me! wherefore ? O me! what means my love ? Lys.

Now she holds me not;
Am not I Hermia ? Are not you Lysander ? Now follow, if thou dar'st, to try whose right,
I am as fair now, as I was erewhile.

Or thine or mine, is most in Helena. Since night, you lov'd me; yet, since night you left me: Dem. Follow ? nay, I'll go with thee, cheek by jowl. Why, then you left me (0, the gods forbid !)

[Exeunt Lys. and Dem. In earnest, shall I say?

Her. You, mistress, all this coil is ’long of you. Lys. Ay, by my life;

Nay, go not back. And never did desire to see thee more.


I will not trust you, I,
Therefore, be out of hope, of question, doubt; Nor longer stay in your curst company.
Be certain, nothing truer: 'tis no jest,

Your hands, than mine, are quicker for a fray;
That I do hate thee, and love Helena.

My legs are longer though, to run away. [Exit. Her. O me!-you juggler! you canker-blossom ! Her. I am amaz'd, and know not what to say. (Exit. You thief of love! what, have you come by night, Obe. This is thy negligence : still thou mistak'st, And stol'n my love's heart from him ?

Coming forward. Hel.

Fine, i'faith! Or else commit'st thy knaveries wilfully. Have you no modesty, no maiden shame,

Puck. Believe me, king of shadows, I mistook. No touch of bashfulness? What, will you tear Did not you tell me I should know the man Impatient answers from my gentle tongue ?

By the Athenian garments he had on? Fie, fie! you counterfeit, you puppet, you !

And so far blameless proves my enterprize, Her. Puppet! why so? Ay, that way goes the game. That I have 'nointed an Athenian's eyes; Now I perceive that she hath made compare

And so far am I glad it so did sort, Between our statures : she hath urg'd her height, As this their jangling I esteem a sport. And with her personage, her tall personage,

Obe. Thou seest, these lovers seek a place to fight : Her height, forsooth, she hath prevail'd with him.- Hie therefore, Robin, overcast the night; And are you grown so high in his esteem,

The starry welkin cover thou anon Because I am so dwarfish, and so low?

With drooping fog, as black as Acheron ;

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And lead these testy rivals so astray,

Puck. Follow

my voice: we'll try no manhood here. As one come not within another's way.

[Exeunt. Like to Lysander sometime frame thy tongue,

Re-enter LYSANDER.
Then stir Demetrius up with bitter wrong ;

Lys. He goes before me, and still dares me on:
And sometime rail thou like Demetrius;

When I come where he calls, then he is gone.
And from each other look thou lead them thus, The villain is much lighter heel'd than 1:
| Till o'er their brows death-counterfeiting sleep, I follow'd fast, but faster he did fly;
With leaden legs and batty wings, doth creep:

That fallen am I in dark uneven way,
Then crush this herb into Lysander's eye;

And here will rest me. Come, thou gentle day!
Whose liquor hath this virtuous property,

[Lies down. To take from thence all error with his might,

For if but once thou show me thy grey light,
And make his eye-balls roll with wonted sight. I'll find Demetrius, and revenge this spite. [Sleeps.
When they next wake, all this derision

Re-enter Puck and DEMETRIUS.
Shall seem a dream, and fruitless vision;

Puck. Ho! ho! ho! Coward, why com'st thou not? · And back to Athens shall the lovers wend,

Dem. Abide me, if thou dar’st ; for well I wot,
With league, whose date till death shall never end. Thou run'st before me, shifting every place,
Whiles I in this affair do thee employ,

And dar'st not stand, nor look me in the face.
I'll to my queen, and beg her Indian boy;

Where art thou now?
And then I will her charmed eye release


Come hither: I am here.
From monster's view, and all things shall be peace. Dem. Nay, then thou mock'st me. Thou shalt 'by
Puck. My fairy lord, this must be done with haste,

this dear,
For night's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast, If ever I thy face by day-light see:
And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger;

Now, go thy way. Faintness constraineth me
At whose approach, ghosts, wandering here and there, To measure out my length on this cold bed.
Troop home to church-yards: damned spirits all, By day's approach look to be visited.
That in cross-ways and floods have burial,

[Lies down and sleeps. Already to their wormy beds are gone;

Enter Helena.
For fear lest day should look their shames upon, Hel. O weary night! O, long and tedious night!
They wilfully themselves exile from light,

Abate thy hours : shine, comforts, from the east,
And must for aye consort with black-brow'd night. That I

may back to Athens, by day-light, Obe. But we are spirits of another sort.

From these that my poor company detest. 1 with the morning's love have oft made sport ; And sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's eye, And, like a forester, the groves may tread,

Steal me a while from mine own company. (Sleeps.
Even till the eastern gate, all fiery-red,

Puck. Yet but three? Come one more;
Opening on Neptune with fair blessed beams,

Two of both kinds make up four.
Turns into yellow gold his salt green streams.

Here she comes, curst and sad.
, notwithstanding, haste ; make no delay:

Cupid is a knavish lad,
We may effect this business yet ere day. (Exit OBERON. Thus to make poor females mad.
Puck. Up and down, up and down;

I will lead them up and down :

Her. Never so weary, never so in woe,
I am fear'd in field and town;

Bedabbled with the dew, and torn with briers :
Goblin, lead them up and down.

I can no farther crawl, no farther go;
Here comes one.

My legs can keep no pace with my desires.

Here will I rest me till the break of day.
Lys. Where art thou, proud Demetrius ? speak thou Heavens shield Lysander, if they mean a fray!

Puck. Here, villain ! drawn and ready. Where art Puck. On the ground sleep sound :

I'll apply to your eye,
Lys. I will be with thee straight.

Gentle lover, remedy.
Follow me then

[ Anointing Lysander's eyes.
To plainer ground. [Exit Lys. as following the voice. When thou wak'st, see thou tak'st

True delight in the sight
Lysander ! speak again.

Of thy former lady's eye :
Thou runaway, thou coward, art thou fled ?

And the country proverb known,
Speak! In some bush? Where dost thou hide thy head ? That every man should take his own,
Puck. Thou coward ! art thou bragging to the stars, In your waking shall be shown:
Telling the bushes that thou look'st for wars,

Jack shall have Jill;
And wilt not come ? Come, recreant; come, thou child;

Nought shall go ill;
I'll whip thee with a rod : he is defil'd,

The man shall have his mare again,
That draws a sword on thee.

And all shall be well.
Yea; art thou there?

[Exit Puck.-Dem. Hel. fc. sleep.


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with me,

SCENE I.-The Same.

And now I have the boy, I will undo

This hateful imperfection of her eyes :
Enter Titania and Bottom; Fairies attending :

And, gentle Puck, take this transformed scalp
OBERon behind unseen.

From off the head of this Athenian swain,
Tita. Come, sit thee down upon this flowery bed, That he, awaking when the other do,
While I thy amiable cheeks do coy,

May all to Athens back again repair,
And stick musk-roses in thy sleek smooth head, And think no more of this night's accidents,

And kiss thy fair large ears, my gentle joy. But as the fierce vexation of a dream.
Bot. Where's Peas-blossom?

But first I will release the fairy queen. Peas. Ready.

Be, as thou wast wont to be ; [ Anointing her eyes. Bot. Scratch my head, Peas-blossom.- Where's See, as thou wast wont to see: monsieur Cobweb?

Dian's bud o'er Cupid's flower Cob. Ready

Hath such force and blessed power. Bot. Monsieur Cobweb; good monsieur, get your Now, my Titania! wake you, my sweet queen. weapons in your hand, and kill me a red-hipped hum- Tita. My Oberon ! what visions have I seen! ble-bee on the top of a thistle; and, good monsieur, Methought, I was enamour'd of an ass. bring me the honey-bag. Do not fret yourself too Obe. There lies your

love. inuch in the action, monsieur; and, good monsieur, Tita.

How came these things to pass ? have a care the honey-bag break not: I would be loath O, how mine eyes do loath his visage now! to have you overflown with a honey-bag, signior.- Obe. Silence, a while.—Robin, take off this head.Where's monsieur Mustard-seed?

Titania, music call; and strike more dead Must. Ready.

Than common sleep of all these five the sense. Bot. Give me your neif, monsieur Mustard-seed. Tita. Music, ho! music! such as charmeth sleep. Pray you, leave your courtesy, good monsieur.

Puck. Now, when thou wak'st, with thine own fool's Must. What's your will ?

eyes peep. Bot. Nothing, good monsieur, but to help cavalery Obe. Sound, music! Come, my queen, take hands Cobweb to scratch. I must to the barber's, monsieur; for, methinks, I am marvellous hairy about the face, And rock the ground whereon these sleepers be. and I am such a tender ass, if my hair do but tickle Now thou and I are new in amity, me, I must scratch.

And will to-morrow midnight solemnly
Tita. What, wilt thou hear some music, my sweet love? Dance in Duke Theseus' house triumphantly,

Bot. I have a reasonable good ear in music: let's And bless it to all fair posterity. have the tongs and the bones.

There shall the pairs of faithful lovers be Tita. Or, say, sweet love, what thou desir’st to eat. Wedded, with Theseus, all in jollity.

Bot. Truly, a peck of provender: I could munch Puck. Fairy king, attend, and mark: your good dry oats. Metħinks, I have a great desire I do hear the morning lark. to a bottle of hay: good hay, sweet hay, hath no fellow. Obe. Then, my queen, in silence sad, Tita. I have a venturous fairy that shall seek

Trip we after the night's shade; The squirrel's hoard, and fetch thee new nuts.

We the globe can compass soon, Bot. I had rather have a handful or two of dried Swifter than the wandering moon. peas. But, I pray you, let none of your people stir Tita. Come, my lord; and in our flight, me: I have an exposition of sleep come upon me.

Tell me how it came this night, Tita. Sleep thou, and I will wind thee in my arms. That I sleeping here was found Fairies, be gone, and be a while away.

With these mortals on the ground. [Ereunt. So doth the woodbine, the sweet honeysuckle,

[Horns sound within. Gently entwist: the female ivy so

Enter Theseus, HIPPOLYTA, Egeus, and train. Enrings the barky fingers of the elm.

The. Go, one of you, find out the forester;
O, how I love thee ! how I dote on thee! [They sleep. For now our observation is perform’d:
Enter Puck.

And since we have the vaward of the day,
Obe. [Advancing.] Welcome, good Robin. Seest My love shall hear the music of my hounds.-
thou this sweet sight?

Uncouple in the western valley : let them go !-Her dotage now I do begin to pity;

Despatch, I say, and find the forester. For meeting her of late behind the wood,

We will, fair queen, up to the mountain's top, Seeking sweet savours for this hateful fool,

And mark the musical confusion I did upbraid her, and fall out with her;

Of hounds and echo in conjunction. For she his hairy temples then had rounded

Hip. I was with Hercules, and Cadmus, once,
With coronet of fresh and fragrant flowers;

When in a wood of Crete they bay'd the bear
And that same dew, which sometime on the buds With hounds of Sparta : never did I hear
Was wont to swell like round and orient pearls, Such gallant chiding; for, besides the groves,
Stood now within the pretty flow'rets' eyes,

The skies, the fountains, every region near
Like tears that did their own disgrace bewail.

Seem'd all one mutual cry. I never heard When I had at my pleasure taunted her,

So musical a discord, such sweet thunder. And she in mild terms begg'd my patience,

The. My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, I then did ask of her her changeling child,

So flew'd, so sanded; and their heads are hung Which straight she gave me; and her fairy sent With ears that sweep away the morning dew; To bear him to my bower in fairy land.

Crook-kneed, and dew-lap'd like Thessalian bulls;

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